"Dangerous things deserve respect," Lagertha murmurs with an expression to mirror his, "and our kinds are dangerous enough to each other to be due that."

An acknowledgement, in her own way. He has seen his fellows ruined by fae; she has seen others she cares for killed by vampires. They are dangerous, and, so long as they don't forget it, they can tolerate each other easily.

"The mortals are interesting, especially right now."